Excellent new song, called, The smugglers and the gaugers/The Smugglers and Gaugers
SMUGGLERS’ and GAUGERS.
Air———Bonnets sae Blue.
Come all my brave fellows, sad listen a while,
I’ll tell yon the way that they did us beguiie;
The King’s Lyon-Herald from Edinburgh did come,
And straight to Coalsnaughton the rascals did run.
They came to my mothers, and guarded all-round,
They thought we would run but the contrar’ they found;
So straight down to Alloa we came all away,
To Ramsay’s in the Tontine, and made no delay.
Being innocent all, no harm we thought on;
But came down to Alloa, before Mr. Horn,
The same who is Agent for the Excise-Law,
We made no delay, so we all came awa(illegible text)
But had we but known what Warrand they had,
We would not gone with them, but given them the bag;
But since Fortune has said it t(illegible text) let it be so,
From the Tontine to Stirling in coaches we'll go.
The seventeenth of April our trial we did (illegible text),
Before Lords and Jury, that honourable band;
But for all the false oaths that were going that day,
I would have come off, had I gotten fair play.
But D—n, the rascal, he forward did come,
And gave in two letters, to get us undone;
Before the Lords they were laid, and shown most rare,
That we fished for salmon, and shot at the hare.
There’s D—n and R—t, and J—s, as you see,
They perjur’d themselves for the ruin of me;
But the day it is coming when judged they’ll be;
And it will be shown them they swore to a lie.
D—n was examin’d, and he did declare,
That th(illegible text) Still and the malt in the Store up-laid were;
But Peter the gardener, that very same day,
Did carry the Still to Muircoat straight away.
But it’s needless for me to say what I could tell,
If they don’t get repentance, the worse for themsel’,
So I’d have them to pray wherever they be,
For the unfounded falsehoods they swore against me.
But praying, I think, is what they wont do,
And therefore I wish for ill trade to the crew;
But may Heaven, with pity, look down on the three,
And grant them repentance, and grace that is free.
And now, my dear friends, I bid you farewel,
My (illegible text)‘s grown to weary no more will she tell;
But the story I have told you, I’m sure it is true,
And I’ll comeback and see you when time will allow.